A Night To Remember, Even though I can't Remember it!

Forget what I said in my last blog post. It's all about clubbing! We rang in the New Year at the biggest party in town, and believe me when I say that this year came in with a bang! We started out at home with some stiff cocktails. We played a fun game where we took turns blindfolding each other and then tasting each guy's special concoction and trying to guess whose cocktail we were tasting. Julian's was so stiff I could barely get it down. He floored me! After that we all got dressed up in our newest fashions by Johnathan and hit the town. First we swung by our favorite local pub The Legal Beaver, and had a nibble and some frothy beers. We didn't stay too long because they were changing kegs and our millipints were all head! From there, we took the monorail to the The Manitarium where we danced the night away. I don't remember much of what happened after the first few songs. I tend to go a little bananas when I'm on the dance floor, and I woke up feeling so sore that I think someone might have slipped me a roofie. I felt like total crap the next morning, so I slept in and then treated myself to a deep valve cleansing and the beautician even gave me a complimentary facial. It made me feel so alive!

-- Lance

If The Yule Log flamed bright, why am i so blue?

I always feel depressed after the holidays. I don't know if it's because I'm still recovering from gorging myself with too many different meats and sweets, or if it's because i'm wallowing in the mess of the seasonal climax and had to spend all morning on my hands and knees mopping up. Thank god for Hot Toddys, without which I would simply not be able to make it through this day. We had a great feast last night, and everyone contributed his own flavor to the smörgåsbord. Julian made a scrumptious meat pie with pudding, Levar chipped in by tossing everyone's individual salad, I kept everyone well lubricated with a merlot that I made in the bathtub, and Stevan made our mouths water with his boysenberry pie finished with creme fresh. After dinner, we sat around the Yule Log and fanned the flames with our gleeful songs, while Stevan tickled the ivories. Then after a long night of cheeky parlor games, fellowship and mirth, we retired to the bedroom and played "Secret Santa." I woke up this morning feeling a bit down, and I realized that somehow the true meaning of the holiday was more of an afterthought than a focalpoint for me this year. I think I need to go deeper into its background, and see if I can't muck around for a buried treasure in the dark. I love my light-hearted interchanges with the guys -- and sometimes we go deep -- but, I need more spirituality in my life to feel good about myself again. Too many mornings I wake up and feel ashamed. I'm going to turn over a new leaf this year and shine my brightest!

-- Lance

An Uncompromising Position

Well, another night has passed and living together has proven to be challenging, if not impossible.  Between the heavy panting of Levar and the unexplained sleep-wandering of Julian, I'm finding it difficult to achieve maximum idle-time. Lance recently upgraded his Temporal-Pedic with a self cleaning mechanism that cycles every zano-sec and that thing is just way too loud. I'm close to pulling the plug on that one. I've tried biting my pillow, earbugs, and even uncompromising positions but nothing is working. Julian likes it on top, Levar is content with being on the bottom, leaving me alone in my oversised Prince Albert double. I guess I just have to be more accepting of my roomies, kind of like how they are once the lights are out...

Dealing, 

Stevan

"The Hills Have Guys" was tits!

If you haven't seen it yet, SEE IT!!!! It was a sheer rollercoaster ride. At first, I found myself in a pool of thrills, splashing around like a giddy little schoolboy. Then, not 15 minutes into the film, I was whisked away to a land of magic and wonder, twirling 'round and 'round, soaking in the aura of warm, comforting fantasy! The director, Michael Knight Shamalon, kept me spinning in this realm of wonders for an hour before he said, "No! You're not staying here you naughty, NAUGHTY boy!" and immediately twisted my dream-like state into a waterbed of erotic, silky ooze that raped all 10 of my sensory receptors. And just as my rag-doll-like structure was laid down as gently as a handkerchief in the calming winds of a storm's wake, Mr. Shamalon picked me up and said "It's okay.... I know how you feel," as he bent me over a knee and spanked my backside with a mindmelding twist that eased its way slowly into tranquil resolve. I snapped out of it minutes after the credits and Stevan had to help me out of my seat and through the theatre doors....brilliant.

-Julian

Throwing our junk under the Micro-scope

Well, here we are with our own blog -- laying it all out for you to examine. I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but i've always said, "I'll try anything once, and most things two-at-once." Not sure what kinds of things people would want to hear, so i'll start by saying: My name is Lance and I love to Dance! What do you love to do?